My girlfriend and I were walking along Harvard Avenue, a heavily trafficked main street in Allston. We were headed home from a party about a fifteen minutes from our place. In the one block between Commonwealth and Brighton, three separate men or groups of men verbally harassed us - a very typical female experience, practically guaranteed for lesbian couples. They said things like ‘hey baby' and ‘you girls wanna sleep with me tonight?' as well as the eloquent ‘OHHHH!', an urgent effort to draw attention to two women holding hands.

At the next block, another dude said something. I don't even remember what it was. I don't think it makes a difference. I turned around, swung, and punched him. It took him by great surprise and his face immediately changed to one of anger and hate as he started yelling at me, ‘what the fuck, you fucking dyke! you fucking faggot!' This happened to occur right outside of a bar with 15 or so people outside, who stared as Michelle pulled me close to her as we crossed the street. Peeling off onto a side street, we were followed by violent hollers until they faded out. ‘fucking faggot!' I sobbed the rest of the way home.

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I'm not exactly a placid person, but I'd never punched someone before and I believe in the merits of peace over violence. Whatever that guy said wasn't the worst thing that's been said to me by any means. I just snapped. After 23 years as a woman and ~2 years being ‘out' in Allston, after having been forced to tolerate my relationships and humanity degraded on a regular basis with no option other than to keep walking, I wasn't going to take it. It's not okay how so many men behave as though they have the right to aggressively address strangers on the street because we're women, and it's not okay that we are expected to take it with a smile.

Isn't it interesting that he first addressed me with interest because I was holding hands with my girlfriend, and when I turned on him I was suddenly a dyke and a faggot? This shows how these guys don't see women and lesbians as people, they see as whatever they want to see us as - certainly, less than human. I can't imagine how shocked that guy was when I hit him. I wonder if the effect will be that he is more wary of hollering at women on the street or if his urge to make women feel bad is strengthened. I wonder what made a deeper impression on the people outside the bar: a girl hitting a guy, or the subsequent sound of hate shouted down the street.

I'm sharing this story because I want to be an example for women: we don't have to be silent when we are degraded. I'm sharing this story because I want my male friends and allies to be aware that street harassment is an everyday occurrence, it feels awful, and you can and should stand up to it. I'm sharing this story because even though the whole event shook me up and made me sad and angry, it's empowering to use my voice to share that I physically challenged rape culture. (If you're not sure what ‘rape culture' means, read this.)

At the end of the night, I get to go home with an amazing person I'm head-over-heels in love with, and I have the strength of knowing I stood up for myself even though society frowns upon doing so. It was an ugly experience but I hope that sharing it opens some eyes and maybe even changes some hearts. Thank you for reading, and don't forget that everyone you see is a person, like you.
This post originally appeared on Sparkle All Day. Republished with permission.